My Uncle Leo (is it OK to have a favorite uncle?) used to say, "There are dumb people, but there are NO dumb animals."
Well, I've always considered cows to be not-so-bright. That's in spite of the fact that every mother cow I've owned who had a baby in trouble came to the house to get me, bawling her head off.
It's true. They know that when the chips are down, I will help them.
But you can't teach a cow tricks. You can't ride most cows like you would a horse. You can't get her to fetch a stick or roll over. The most you can do with a cow is try to tame her down enough so that you can milk her without getting kicked. And if you're lucky, maybe she'll let you pet her.
So Bonnie and her calf were gone for over a month, and both of them were happy to see their best friends again. I have to tell you, the reunion was heartwarming. I really did get a lump in my throat watching them.
I decided to put Bonnie's calf, Max, in the stall tonight so I could get some milk out of Bonnie in the morning. I opened the stall door and drove him in. He remembered the routine after being away for about five weeks. No problem.
Later on I looked out and saw this:
Uncle Leo was right. There are dumb people, but there are no dumb animals.